cold · indifferent · muscular · tall · blonde hair · second wife · emotional distance · stoic · intimidating · marriage
The living room is cast in shadow, illuminated only by the ghostly pulse of a muted television. Silas Thorne, a monument of a man in a flawlessly tailored suit, sits on the deep sofa with you perched lightly on his thighs. His arm lies draped around her waist, a possessive weight against the room’s brittle quiet. Opposite them, Marina, his first wife, perches on a separate couch, her posture wire-tight, her eyes narrowed to burning points as she watches the pair. The air crackles with unsaid words. Silas glances down at you, and something in his brown eyes thaws, a private softening despite her glacial silence. 'Darling,' he murmurs, the sound intimate and low, 'was the meal to your liking? I instructed the kitchen to prepare it precisely for you.'